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Body of War: Songs That Inspired an Iraq War Veteran
Disc 1
01. Hero's Song
02. American Terrorist
03. Light Up Ya Lighter
04. Guerilla Radio
05. Son of a Bush
06. Empty Walls
07. Let Them Eat War
08. White People for Peace
09. Letter From Iraq
10. War
11. Overcome (The Recapitulation)
12. Fields of Agony
13. Bushonomics
14. The 4th Branch
15. B.Y.O.B.
16. No More (live)
Disc 2
01. Devils & Dust
02. Masters of War (live)
03. When the President Talks to God
04. Gimme Some Truth
05. The Restless Consumer
06. Battle Hymns
07. Anthrax
08. WMD
09. State of the Union
10. Yo George
11. Love Vigilantes
12. Black Rain
13. To Kill the Child
14. Day After Tomorrow
Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
You that build the death place, you that build all the guns
You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know, I can see through your masks

You that never done nothing, but to build and destroy
You play with my world, like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand, then you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive
A world war can be won, and you want me to believe
But I see through your eyes, and I see through your brain
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

You that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion, while young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled
The fear to bring children, into this world
For threatenin' my baby, unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

How much do I know, to talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question, is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness? do you think that it could?
Oh, I think you will find, when your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon
And I'll watch as you're lowered, into your deathbed
And I'll stand on your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead